Jiang Luoluo rolled the letter into a small ball and sealed it with beeswax. Then she took a sachet from her waist and put the beeswax into it.

"Dingdang, go to town with Xiaohong. I want to eat Yunlaiju's honey-glazed roast duck, braised mushrooms, and crispy braised pork. Go and bring some back." Jiang Luoluo stuffed the sachet into Dingdang's hand. "Take Big Brother's caravan and have someone deliver it to Prince Yi's mansion. Be careful of your pursuers along the way."

Dingdang held the sachet tightly in her hand and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Miss, I will definitely take care of it."

Dingdang rode away on her chestnut horse at breakneck speed. Jiang Luoluo returned to the main house, wondering how she should tell her parents about her plans.

"Feigning death?" Jiang Chengfeng's hand trembled, and the duck meat that was almost in his mouth fell to the ground.

Jiang Luoluo nodded emphatically, and Duanmu Ling and Dingdang looked at her with confusion.

"Only when our parents are in the shadows can they exert their greatest strength and strike the enemy decisively," Jiang Luoluo analyzed the current situation.

Jiang Chengfeng nodded secretly upon hearing this, and couldn't help but say, "Prince Yi, you are indeed a good helper." He had thought that his daughter was only proficient in medicine, but he did not expect her to be so clever in strategy as well. She was indeed his daughter, just like him.

A day later, at dusk, in the Flying Feather Army camp, Gu Boyuan was wiping his sword when it suddenly fell to the ground. "What? Master and Mistress just passed away?"

"Yes, young general, it was Dingdang, the young lady's maid, who brought the news. She is still outside."

Gu Boyuan rushed out, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling, "Master, is it true?"

Dingdang's eyes were swollen like walnuts, but she simply replied, "My young lady wants you to come over."

Without a second thought, Gu Boyuan leaped onto his horse, while Yao Shiyu, clutching her chest and with tears in her eyes, emerged from Gu Boyuan's tent.

Tears streamed down her face as she choked out, "You're lying, aren't you? Master, she... she's still alive."

Dingdang glared at Yao Shiyu and spat, "Pah, shameless."

He then ignored Yao Shiyu, leaped onto his horse, and galloped away.

In the main hall, there were two thick coffins. Jiang Luoluo, dressed in white, kept burning paper money into the charcoal brazier.

Gu Boyuan rushed there at almost top speed, and he saw Jiang Luoluo as soon as he entered.

She didn't wail; instead, she knelt upright in front of the coffin. The cold wind blew in through the door, and her back looked so thin and frail. For some reason, Gu Boyuan felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw Jiang Luoluo like this.

He ran to the coffin and saw that Jiang Chengfeng and his wife were lying there quietly, their faces pale and bloodless.

Suddenly he knelt down with a thud, pounding the ground with his fists, and choked out, "Master, I'm late."

Yao Shiyu ran in, sobbing and with tears streaming down her face. As she wiped her tears, she looked him over. His chest was no longer rising and falling; she was definitely dead, completely dead.

With a bang, Jiang Luoluo coughed up blood, which soaked the paper money and the charcoal brazier.

Dingdang shouted, "Miss, what's wrong?" She quickly caught the unconscious Jiang Luoluo.

By this time, the deputy generals and military doctors in the camp had arrived one after another, and Gu Boyuan hurriedly got up to go see Jiang Luoluo.

Dingdang supported Jiang Luoluo with one hand, and with the other hand drew a sharp sword, pointing it at Gu Boyuan who was running over, "Don't touch my young lady, take your filthy hands off her."

The long sword ripped through Gu Boyuan's clothes, and Yao Shiyu screamed in fright, "Brother Boyuan?"

She rushed over, tugged at Gu Boyuan, bit her lip, and shook her head sadly, "Brother Boyuan, don't get hurt, it will make me feel bad."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Ling, who was lying motionless in the coffin, really wanted to jump up and slap Yao Shiyu twice across the face.

She had always felt that there was something wrong with these two, and now, hearing this, she was so angry that she felt like her lungs were about to explode. Jiang Luoluo's daughter was the apple of her eye.

Yao Shiyu is her niece and also her last disciple. In terms of food, clothing and daily necessities, she is almost the same as Jiang Luoluo. She has devoted all her efforts to teaching her medical skills, hoping that she can become an excellent female doctor. Unexpectedly, she has focused all her energy on this aspect.

The others all looked at Yao Shiyu and Gu Boyuan. Gu Boyuan realized the unfriendly looks from everyone. After all, these people were all promoted by Jiang Chengfeng. If he wanted to gain a foothold in the Flying Feather Army, he needed the support of these old subordinates.

Gu Boyuan pushed Yao Shiyu's hand away and tried to get closer to Jiang Luoluo again. It would be even better if Dingdang gave him a sword. With so many people around, everyone could see that this girl was just being unreasonable. He was deeply in love with his fiancée, Jiang Luoluo.

Unexpectedly, Dingdang had already sheathed his sword and strode out with Jiang Luoluo in his arms.

Gu Boyuan was about to chase after her when someone called out to him, "Young General, the young lady is currently overwhelmed with grief and needs you to stay and take charge of the situation."

Gu Boyuan paused, this was the effect he wanted. He looked at the doorway for a while with reluctance before turning his gaze away.

Gu Boyuan selected one of the military doctors to check on Jiang Luoluo's condition, while he led the others to offer incense and pay their respects in the mourning hall.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was somber. Liu Dayong made a perfunctory gesture of support, and one of the older military doctors pretended to be concerned and said to Gu Boyuan, "Young General, now that the General and his wife have passed away, we need you to stay in the army, otherwise there may be great trouble."

Gu Boyuan nodded heavily. "What Vice General Liu said is true. Stabilizing the army is the top priority now."

Liu Dayong pressed on, saying, "I know everyone is saddened by the passing of the General and his wife, but now that the young lady has fallen ill, we must all take care of our health so that we can share the burden for the young lady and do our part for the young general. This is what the General would have wanted to see in heaven."

Liu Dayong's words in defense of Gu Boyuan were beyond his expectations. It seemed that his mentor had high hopes for him and had given his subordinate so much advice.

Gu Boyuan made the final decision, "Everyone, go have dinner first, and come back later."

Liu Dayong lowered his head and said, "Alright, everyone will listen to the young general. I will guard the mourning hall."

Gu Boyuan patted Liu Dayong on the shoulder, "Deputy General Liu, I'm leaving this to you."

Liu Dayong's eyes were red. "It was what the General instructed before he died. I have been taken care of and supported by the General all my life, so this is only right."

Gu Boyuan led the group out of the mourning hall, with Yao Shiyu following closely behind. She was in an exceptionally good mood; with Jiang Chengfeng and his wife dead, Jiang Luoluo would have no one to rely on anymore.

Killing Jiang Luoluo would be as easy as crushing an ant.